Comforting Systems

Terminal revolutions abound
Worlds collide to become fragile
And sunlit dew drips from the morning blossom
But cherries do not spring from them
Amidst shedding fern
The weather seems hardly reconcilable
And voting booths seem hardly worth the effort
Still, I velcro up my shoes
For shoelaces I’ve always found confusing.
And my hypocrisy
Is not to be confused with as noble as its brethren oath
For I ballot for that
Which we already slowly euthanize.

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